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The comical thing about having bonfire parties this summer is the irony of all of us playing with fire. Every party, there were more than enough drinks and bad decisions to go around, and even more lies. From fake friends to fighting lovers, conflict was the lifeblood of the summer. I, a loner girl ...

Here's the skinny: applying to college is terrifying. You have to somehow sell yourself to people who have either never met you or barely know you – while appearing charming, eloquent, and not desperate. Your parents have one idea where they want you to go, your crazy aunt has another, your little...

There are a few kinds of people at every party, no matter where that party is. There's the sober, judgy kid; the kids drinking and staying calm; the kids taking selfies with too bright of a flash; the obnoxious couple; and the kids that go too far. We all become one of these people at one time ...

The familiar feeling creeps back into my stomach, burning its way through my belly like my body is furious with me. What did I do to you? Eat? Is that what you're angry about? Well, I can't just not eat. I'm not that kind of girl, I don't want to lose even more weight...
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You know the feeling. The one that comes right after the fading butterflies, the one that hurts because you recognize the fear. The fear of losing them, the dangerous but poignant acknowledgement that you already are. A heartbeat, yours, fills your mind as they turn over to you, about a second seemi...